Paper Feat. Gucci Mane (Prod by 808 Mafia)
Chief Keef
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I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm tryna get paper
That young nigga there got a paper problem
He can't get in no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been getting paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper
Paper, paper, paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavor
I just touched down in Jamaica
I'mma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker
We cheap, boy, to cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya
You ain't really doing nothing major
Got a E-40 with an extendo
Like 40, 40 water
Big timer, timer, timer
Got a top piece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle
Got your girl gone off that molly
Balling in the VI, don't I look so icy?
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferraris
My rose gold Rollie like burr nigga
My yellow gold Rollie burr burr nigga
I conquer, you're not real nigga
So man I don't even wanna deal with ya
And the niggas that you're with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know they lame, they still with ya
They the ones to get ya, then I'm coming to get ya
When I start shooting nigga it ain't hard to hit ya
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm tryna get paper
That young nigga there got a paper problem
He can't get in no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been getting paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper
Paper, paper, paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavor
Paper, paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper
Paper, paper
Like fuck it why you run through a hundred thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't Wop, I ain't Jay
But I was making 500 a day
You make me wanna call, see the stain
That's Caper fault, Caper gon' pull that K
Run in your house, where you stay
Anything to get that cake
In the club wilding
Make it rain in this bitch cause it's hot and bitches crowded
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around and fuck around and fuck
Around and fuck around and meet his daddy
Smoking on a fatty, and my pocket is a fatty
All I fuck with is fatties, boy ho be ready
Come real hard like the G that's after the R that's spaghetti
I'm with lunatics, I don't know Nelly
I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Pelle
Walked up in Saks, throwing them racks they smell me
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm tryna get paper
That young nigga there got a paper problem
He can't get in no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been getting paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper
Paper, paper, paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavor
Paper, paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper
Paper, paper